This was our last family photo taken together before we split
I’ll be honest, it takes a lot of willpower to be able to look at more than just a few snapshots of someone you had so much anger with.
Someone you felt like you were never on good terms with.
Honestly, someone who you will always have unresolved business with.

But I felt like this was necessary for our healing, especially my son.
So here are a bunch of memories.

(Davin’s first trip- to Phoenix to meet his Grandpa Paul)

As hard as these photos are to look at now, I’m so thankful that I took them and saved them through the pain.

Davin’s last camping trip with his dad in 2011

His last birthday party with his father, 3 years old.
Our favorite place, Georgetown.
The bottom photo is so significant, this sort of marks the end of innocence.
Shortly after this photo was taken was when his father and I separated in 2011 and I miss these carefree days.
I see this same kind of bliss on his face when he dances now as a young man.

My sweet baby at three.

More from our last family photos taken together, in 2011.

Part of my healing is remembering there were times that we were happy.
That we did not hate each other and divorce had not made us so bitter.
Part of letting go is loving these moments, who he used to be and being thankful for the gift of our son he left behind.